User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-32303-20140728010844/@comment-2246928-20141202222956

The dirk seemed to have been the late Captain's weapon of choice, being the only weapon that was on him.

A fox looked up as Sempta's body slumped to the wooden floor of the tavern, and a look past between her and an ermine on the other side of her table, as the Seer hurried over like a wheezy ragbag puppy, placing her muzzle against Branna's wrist and kissing it.

"Utopian..." She giggled, pulling herself away and drawing a coin purse from her belt, dangling it upon the strings sealing it as she allowed it to hang teasingly between her and the stoat captain. "Do ye want t' know why I sent y' t' annihilate that silly searat?"